Airport Hotel ONS



What’s your gender? Man
How old are you? 35
What’s your race/ethnicity? White / Caucasian
What continent do you live on? Europe
What country and/or city do you live in? Granada, Spain

Airport Hotel ONS

What was your relationship status at the time? Single

Tell us about your PARTNER(S). What did they look like? How well did you know them, had you hooked up before? How/Where did you meet them? How did you feel about them before the hookup?

It was midnight when I sat down in the departure lounge at Singapore airport. I didn’t notice the girl sitting next to me, I was tired and just looked at the newspaper without really reading it. She was young, of Chinese ancestry, with eyes so dark you couldn’t see her pupils. She wore a short black dress that showed her porcelain-white legs and had one of those traditional Chinese collars that made her look handsome. We started talking and I noticed she was pretty. She laughed at my bad jokes and slapped my arm when she did.

She was also flying to Jakarta, on a different flight, and now had to leave as it was boarding. When she stood to leave up I asked for her number, and she was happy I’d finally asked. Sitting there by myself I took a long shot: would she like to wait at the airport in Jakarta until I arrive and spend the night with me?

The company I was going to work for had booked a double room at the hotel. I told her I wanted to see her again and didn’t know when we’d next get the chance. Inexplicably, without hesitation, she said she would. So I gave her my flight number and, a vision of beautiful innocence, when I arrived at the hotel, she knocked at my door and came in.

I remember we stood at the window with all the lights off, watching the planes take off from the runway outside. I put my arm around her and she lent in towards me. I made love to her gently and slept for a few hours before saying goodbye before dawn, with tired hearts and heavy eyes, our bodies still warm with each other.

She was a picture of innocence when we spoke but, in the darkness, when we were there alone, the devil came out of her. I could not give it to her hard enough: “hit me, fuck me, dominate me, slap it, fuck me hard…” Her pale breasts soft as beads of dew and just sucking them made her moan – the sweetest little surrendering cries I’d ever heard, the sweetest sound on earth.

We would have given anything to stay there that morning, to stay warm and close, but we had to take separate taxis to opposite sides of the city and would maybe never meet again. I can still feel her, now as I remember it and recount it and, for better or for worse, doing so somehow feel as though she was mine and in a way always will be, though I miss her now.

I like to remember best standing there close together, watching the runway lit up in the dark, the planes taking off, the warmth of her soft body beside me, quiet enough when the engines faded to hear the pounding of our hearts. I don’t know how long we stood there like that, looking out the window, not really seeing anything that was there but looking for a long time. We were tired and full of desire, and felt completely alive for those few hours, alone together in that little hotel-room, looking out the window at the runway in the dark.

What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? (Check all that apply) Withdrawal

What were your motives for this hookup? Fun, pleasure, horniness

All things considered, how POSITIVE was this experience? Very positive

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